Tag: Humour

I’ve noticed a recent trend for elaborate gender reveals, and I have a confession: I can’t stand them. I’m not talking about the videos of people telling their kids about their new baby brother or sister; that’s quite cute, even if it involves a pink or blue cake (as long …

The big one is learning her aybeeseedees at preschool. We practice them a lot with an array of irritating books, repetitive toys and of course, that song. I’m not convinced she is getting much better, but I’m sure she’ll get there. She’s only three; I’m sure she could be reading …

One week today, and it will be here. Our special day to bask in the romanticism of motherhood; our day to be adored (and served) by those we expelled from our wombs in blaze of glory, our day to be recognised as the maternal Goddesses that we are. It is …

Ever see something and think fuck me, if that’s in fashion I’m obviously getting old? I do it all the time. Case in point, Nordstrom is currently selling some very confusing jeans, with see-through, plastic knees. You can buy them here. Or not, because they’re bloody ridiculous. Why not team them …

Feeding the ducks is a brilliant, free activity* that all toddlers love. One of the small one’s first words, and still a firm favourite is QUACK. He’s a big fan of the ducks. I’m also a fan, because it gets them outside in the fresh air (it’s not quite ‘educational’ …

I love my toddlers, they’re remarkable. Watching them develop, learn and grow is one of the most fun parts of being a parent; on my list it’s my second favourite after bedtime. One day they’re a teeny tiny helpless baby, the next they are running away from you in the …

Where would a parenting blog be without a nice gory birth story? Well, I don’t know, as I do tend to skip over that kind of stuff. It’s not that I am not interested in how random strangers birthed small people… Actually it is. Sorry. But don’t worry, this is …

How are you feeling? Throughout both of my pregnancies, I was asked this almost every day by somebody; on the train, at work, maybe in the queue at Boots while I was waiting for more Gaviscon. Right after ‘do you know what you’re having?’ (‘yes’ or ‘a baby’ being my …

Heading off to sunnier climes with the kids in tow? Having only done it a few times I’m no expert, but hopefully this list will provide you with some help and/or light relief as you sob into your 24kg-when-it-should-be-23kg luggage. Here, in all its glory, is my list of essentials …

The small one is now the age the big one was when he was born. This means the big one is now twice the age she was, and the small one is, well, infinity percent older. It’s always very tempting to compare your children with each other in terms of …